Small Town Sheriff, Big Problems: Intro
My new series! I will see how the first few stories go, and see if it is worth continuing. So comments are more than welcome as long as they are helpful. There will not be any yiff in this series as far as i have planned so far, but there may be in the future.
I own my characters, so do not use without my permission.
Enjoy!
Date: August 3rd, 2010.
Location: Central Texas, 20mi East of Austin.
WAP WAP WAP WAP WAP. The windshield wipers tried valiantly to sweep away the torrents of rain pelting the brown and tan sedan. White cones of light emanating from the front of the car barely lit up the two lane road ahead of the car. A pair of black paws griped the vinyl steering wheel, keeping the speeding car on the asphalt.
"I hate this damn rain. Can't see a fucking thing." Dan said as he leaned forward, squinting.
"Stop whining. I can drive if you aren't man enough." The black panther in the passenger seat said, her violet eyes glowing in the blue light of the car's computer screen.
"Attention, county, all units. Shots fired, agents need assistance at 412 Unity Street, Warehouse number 2. Repeat, agents need assistance at 412 Unity Street. Air coverage is on the way." The radio in the cruiser reported.
"Dispatch, unit four. We are on our way, ETA two minutes." The young black wolf responded as he drove the cruiser onto the highway, red and blue flashing lights lit up the falling rain in the night sky.
"Roger unit four. Expect armed and dangerous resistance."
"What is the ETA of additional backup, dispatch?"
"Additional county backup five minutes away, state backup six. Air coverage lift off in two. Copy."
"Copy that dispatch." The wolf replaced the radio piece back onto the dash board radio.
"Allison, we'll need our vests. You can take the shotgun." Dan addressed his partner.
"Good. I like the shotgun." She said, checking her sidearm, a 9mm Glock 17, a sidearm used all over the world by law enforcement.
The aging Crown Vic patrol car raced along, carrying the deputies to the scene. Soon Dan drove through a set of rusty gates, killing the siren and lights, making the car all but invisible. The two officers got out of the car, ignoring the rain pelting their fur and uniforms. Allison grabbed the 12 gauge shotgun that rested between the front seats, while Dan grabbed the kevlar vest from the trunk. Donning the tan vest, the two officers silent jogged up to a doorway of warehouse two, taking note of a pair of FBI jet black Suburbans, lights still flashing. Allison pointed to the lead truck, it had bullet dents and holes on the side facing the warehouse. Thankfully no blood.
The two officers silently flanked a metal door near the loading dock, the door was opened a crack, the lock shot off. Dan turned on his flashlight and raised his Glock. Allison activated the flashlight mounted on the shotgun and raised it. Allison nodded, and Dan slowly opened the door, it creaked lightly. Allison darted into the darkness, shotgun at the ready, scanning the interior with her flashlight, showing a long hallway, lined with old half rotten crates. Dan ducked in a second later.
Spotting nothing, the officers proceeded silently and steadily, scanning every corner for either FBI agents or suspects. Only three doors were visible in the hallway. Two in the middle, one on each side, and one at the end. All three had been kicked in. Allison and James jogged up to the left door, Allison ducked in, while Dan backed in, covering the other door and hallway to prevent any rear surprises.
"Clear." Allison reported. A dead pitbull, gripping an AK47 lay on the ground up against a crate, spent shells were scattered all over the floor.
Seeing no hostiles, both officers flanked a doorway at the end of the room, taking note of the blood under the door. The door was shut and locked. Allison nodded, and Dan kicked open the door, letting Allison duck inside, Dan following. The room was dark, but the flashlights showed it was an office. It didn't look abandoned like the rest of the warehouse indicated. It was clean, modern, and had a desk, chair, cabinets, and a bank of computers. The computers showed security camera footage of the out door lot, clearly visible were the FBI suburbans and the patrol car.
"They knew the FBI was coming." Allison said.
"Shit!" Dan said, running over to a bear wearing a blue wind breaker with FBI written in yellow writing. The agent was shot in the gut, but was unconscious and still breathing. A spent 9mm Beretta in his hand.
"Dispatch. We have an agent down, repeat agent down. Shot in the gut. We need an EMT!"
"Roger that. EMTs are two minutes away."
"Where the hell is our backup?" Allison spoke into her radio, while Dan applied first aid to the agent.
"Two minutes. Copy."
"Copy that. No sign of any other agents or hostiles yet. Can you get them on the radio?"
"No contact with agents yet unit 4."
"Copy that. Proceeding with search." Allison responded.
"Copy."
"I stopped the bleeding, but we need to keep moving, see if any other agents need assistance." Dan said, standing up.
"Yeah, lets move out."
Dan and Allison crept out of the office and side storage room. They crossed the dark hallway, guns ready into the next room. Bullet holes covered the walls, and shells were underfoot. Three thugs, all heavily armed laid dead at the entrance. It appeared to be more offices, abandoned, short walled, cubicles filled the room. Two isles ran down the room, each lined with old, moldy cubicles. Dan and allison split up, each taking an isles, checking the cubicles.
"Clear." Both reported.
The two officers then moved back to the hallway, and moved toward the door at the end. A glass window, about halfway up the door, let Dan peer into the next room. It was the main warehouse level. It was filled with tons of crates, many had bullet holes and some were splattered with blood, but there was no sign of any living being. Dan and Allison gulped, trading a look of nervousness. This place was a tactical nightmare. Before Dan opened the door, the door at the end of the hall opened, and two more deputies walked in, one held a Glock, the other a compact sub machine gun, both wore kevlar. The two officers, a male bear and fox, trotted over.
"One unconscious agent and four dead thugs, no sign of any living being or agents, or why this place is a target for the FBI." Dan told the other two officers.
"Got it. Ambulance is outside, we'll give it the all clear to retrieve the agent." The fox said, clutching the MP5.
"Ready?" Dan said.
"Ready." the other three reported.
Dan silently opened the door, the four officers rushed in, scanning the crates and ceiling catwalks with their guns and flashlights. Only blood and shells were found. No bodies despite the clear signs that they had been there before.
"What the hell happened?" The fox said, his eyes showing fear, just like the others.
"Over here!" Allison said, her voice shaking in terror.
In the corner Allison was staring at was a large amount of bodies. Seven dead agents, and six dead thugs lay on the ground. All the thugs were shot, but four of the agent's necks were snapped. In the far corner was a pile of weapons, some from the agents, the rest from the thugs. Two more officers, state troopers, and a pair of EMTs ran up.
"What the fuck?" Was all one of them could manage. The bear turned to the side and vomited.
The medics examined the bodies. The female Golden Retriever stood up after a minute.
"Sheriff." She signaled to Dan, he approached to where the EMT was and looked at what she was pointing too.
"Besides the immediate oddness of the way the bodies and weapons are lined up, i found something else. All the dead thugs were killed by bullets, most likely FBI bullets. Two of these agents were shot, but not fatally. One was shot in the head, killed instantly. What is very strange, is the ones that weren't killed or shot by gunfire, had their necks snapped. Someone had to do this, and surprise these seven agents. The worst part is this." She said, pointing to two marks on the neck of the closest agent.
"Bite marks from elongated canine teeth. Found on all the rest of the bodies, FBI or otherwise. Someone bit right into the artery. The lack of bleeding, which would normally be profuse in a wound like this, suggests, and I hate saying this without a medical examiners opinion, that someone, or multiple some ones, drank the blood." The EMT finished, everyone had a shocked look on their faces. The bear deputy vomited again, Allison and a few others fought to not vomit.
"Shit." Dan managed, grabbing his radio. "Dispatch, Sheriff O'Bern here. Call up the FBI, tell them all remaining agents are dead. Send the forensics team to seal of the warehouse, and I want backup to check the others, state, federal, or county, i don't care."
"Copy that. I'll get them on the horn." The dispatcher responded.
"I already notified the state, they are sending backup as well. This is fucked up." Said the senior trooper on scene, a female husky Sergeant.
"Shit shit shit." Sheriff Dan O'Bern muttered. Looking away from the horrid scene.
"So are we dealing with some sort of vampires?" The fox spoke up, still clutching his MP5.
"I don't know what we are dealing with!" Dan said angrily.
"Lets keep this quiet, we don't need a media panic. We can't have locals thinking we have vampires, or anyone, on the loose that can take down a well armed team of eight agents." Trooper Sergeant Dianna Smith spoke up.
"Agreed. Lets seal this place off and wait for reinforcements before checking the other warehouses. None of them looked open to us when we arrived, and the FBI agents were obviously interested in this specific one." Dan said.
"Right." Smith said, before listening to her radio. "We have a chopper in the air, ETA 5min."
The sound of chopper blades and sirens blaring caught the attention of the six officers and two EMTS.
"Thats my chopper and the backup." Dan said. "Sergeant, lets coordinate our units, the others can stay here and secure the scene. I don't want a jurisdiction fight cropping up, this is too big for petty crap."
"Agreed. I'm the commanding officer on duty tonight, so i'll deal with my men until my CO and the FBI arrive." Smith said.
"Good. Lets get out there and keep the media back." Dan said, walking toward the door.
"Right behind ya." Smith said.
TO BE CONTINUED